Meribabell writes:
The message this morning was cryptic. The High Fairy instructed us to “cover yourselves for tomorrow you will set out again.”
Rumble and Dunfallon could only stare at me in total confusion. But I knew what we had to do.
I asked Gilgorgon if they possessed any cloth from which we could fashion cloaks.
After a moment’s consideration he nodded and left us.
Rumble started to protest that a cloak would mean covering our wings. But I reminded him about his use of the cloak of invisibility and for a clincher his own observation about the brightness of our new armor, and he understood the necessity of folding our wings beneath a cloak.
Gilgorgon returned with an elven cape – it could have clothed everyone in the hall.
Dunfallon stepped forward and offered to cut and tailor cloaks for all of us.
We all watched in amazement as he set to the task. He was poetry in motion. And by that night we were all fitted in cloaks that were like songs crafted for a happy occasion.
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